Treasure Hunting with Rodney In Central New York (Story 7)

...just a plain coat button which I dug out from almost underneath the stonewall.

An Early 1800s Plain Coat Button with Shank

Rodney and I decided to spend our last physical energy on exploring the wooded area behind the foundation. We searched walking along the stonewall in hopes to find at least one coin.

Instead, we came out in the opening and found a family cemetery there.

Gravestones Leaning Over

Unfortunately it was impossible to decipher any dates or names on these old gravestones eroded by wind and water. I just sat there smoking a cigarette and paying respect to the deceased. I personally had never hunted a cemetery, even though, in my experience, I came across a good hundred of them abandoned in the woods. I do not think it is a great idea to disturb the dead.

"J" and "S" Were the Only Two Legible Letters I Could Find

I was just about to get up and walk back to the cellar, when the grass-snake appeared to say 'Good Bye' to me.

On the way back to the cellar hole, we got under the heavy rain again (the saying about North/South Side Weather Pattern of Mohawk River reversed). Rodney's second set of cloths got wet. I was completely soaking-wet. There was no point of continuing our treasure hunt any further. Especially for Rodney who had scored big this time!